Occasionally i find myself walking through these old streets
its you im dying to find and meet
But only your shadow lingers on
and i know our real love is gone

Do you remember the blue banners at school
the purple leaves and the oak tree
The first days of spring and the flower dresses
how the love making used to be

Suddenly in the crowd it's you i see
and in that moment our eyes are a lost tragedy
But in the hush of living we lose each other again
and these old streets are as empty as can be